Beneath the lies of their most hateful gaze Never to rise up to become your own Forever in the death upon their haze Continuing to crumble all alone But if you weren’t to hear their worthless leers Through the dark cellar you peer through the bar You would be forever consumed be fears To grow, to live, to be just as they are
The clones of this world, messing up judgement Painful days, forceful ways to hear their vow They don’t know how to take the careful hint Never changing to stay as they are now But its not for me, I will be free Never falls, to the petty games of thee
I59I59 · Sat Feb 02, 2008 @ 06:53am · 0 Comments |